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March 14, 2014

Winter � it�s right here
in our laps, and it�s been stuck here since Thanksgiving week.  No
let-up, no January Thaw, no strange warm breezes other than the hot air
that spews from our office folks.  Winter.

We�re in Maine.  We
embrace winter.  We long for it during those pathetic, insect-ridden
off months known as Spring, Summer, and Fall in some parts of this great
land, though we seem to squeeze all 3 of those seasons into eight weeks
of hard sledding up this way.  We�re Mainers.  We have the hats,
gloves, britches, long underwear, fleece vests, wool socks, sock liners,
and snow machine suits to help us ignore the temperature.  At the
gas station when you get to the cash register you can�t help but notice
all the cool lighters, air fresheners with NASCAR drivers on them, e-cigs,
corncob pipes, key chains, and lucky coins that are sold there, but our
eyes often focus on the HotHands � miraculous little packets that, when
removed from their wrapper, magically heat up so�s you can put them in
your gloves or shove the blessed things into your boots or just do like
Charlie and drop them right down the front of your drawers (not recommended). 
We know how to get through Winter.  We just don�t know how to get
through THIS Winter.

Maybe it�s just me. 
Maybe it�s my age.  In February I turned 117.  Well, it seems
that way.  I walk all hunched over, my legs are so sore I almost checked
myself into the clinic to ask if they’d be able to remove my nerves from
both legs.  Just yank em out.  My head hurts.  My arms are
killing me.  Is it age, or is it the fact that last night, until about
9pm, I scraped and chiseled and scraped and banged and scraped about four
inches of crusty, ice-ridden frozen armor off of the driveway over at the
Barton Farm?  Maybe it�s both.  Bottom line?  Here it is: 
This Winter is a test.

The last several winters
up Maine way have been on the mild side.  If I remember correctly,
last Winter I ran the Frozen Precipitation Relocater (snow blower) only
four times.  The Winter before that it was three times.  This
Winter I ran that thing so many times in early December the gasket blew
out of the carburetor bowl so hard that it almost broke Window Pane 16-7
in the Trunk Storage Barn.  It�s still stuck there.  That was
the first week in December, and I don�t think the engine on that thing
has cooled down all the way since then.  Fix it, run it, fix it, run
it, and on and on.  A snow blower will heave snow just so far, and
you can determine that distance, at our place, by the positioning of a
new mountain range that none of us recall as having been there in the dooryard
last Fall.

It�s a test.  Are we
really Mainers?  Do we really smile like those maddeningly attractive
folks you see all through the latest LL Bean catalog?  Smile as we
scrape the windshield for the 123rd morning in a row?  Smile as we
lug another load of cordwood down cellar to the wood stove that�s been
keeping us toasty since late September?  Smile as we strap on the
snowshoes for yet another trek through the woods out back, to clean out
wood duck nesting boxes?  Well, yes, that one does make us smile. 
Again, this Winter is a test.

Tonight we�re supposed to
have temperatures right around zero degrees in our part of Maine. 
Maybe a few degrees below zero, but what difference does it make? 
Cold is cold.  At some point over the weekend they tell us to expect
to top 30 degrees F.  If we can get to 32.1 then those maple trees
that mark the property line along the stone wall will activate their roots,
sending the signal to force water upward and branchward, and sugaring season
will be underway at last.  Bring it on.  At this point, 32 degrees
sounds like one heck of a heat wave.

Well, I guess I�m not Mr.
Rosey Outlook today, for which I apologize.  Fact is, I know what�s
coming.  It starts like a trickle, and then grows to a flood. 
The return of Tourist Season upcountry.  Once our ponds and lakes
thaw it�s usually not long before summer cabins and camps get opened up,
aired out, and readied for the season.  You know when this time of
year has arrived �cause you can�t buy a mouse trap anywhere.  They�re
gone.  Next thing you know you can�t drive on Route 1 on account of
all the cars, and then the restaurants fill up and the best camp sites
are taken and there�s no more Moose Tracks ice cream over at the Dairy
TeePee and before you know it we all start wishing Winter would move back
into place.  What a cycle.

Thanks for letting me get
that off my mind.  Been managing to keep warm through much of this
winter by doing Aerobic Box Taping, so thanks to all of you who�ve been
wandering the web site, stocking your shelves.  Greatly appreciated,
I hope you know that.  Some new stuff is here; thought you should
know about it, so here comes the sales pitch.

Sunrise Wigwam has always
been our top selling leather.  It�s naturally rustic looking, a wonderful
reddish-brown color, has some pull-up to it, and the darned stuff even
smells great.  Over the past decade we�ve gotten WigWam in stock,
then sold it out, then gotten it back again.  This latest batch was
a whopper, so we should be good for a bit.  It�s there, sold by the
half-hide, on our �Side Leathers� page.  Don�t need an entire side? 
No problem, we also got in (today) double shoulders of the same leather. 
See the Double Shoulders page for those.  Great way to save some money. 
Back on the Sides page, by the way, we also got in Crazy Horse in a heavy
side leather, waxy and waterproof; this is a wonderful leather.  While
you�re there, also take a look at Pit Row, Black Bart, and Black Tag �
three nice side leathers that are all blacker then the inside of a moose. 
Here�s a link to our Leather Hides page; you can jump from there to the
Sides or Double Shoulders pages:

https://www.brettunsvillage.com/leather/hideindex.htm

Where are our Purple People? 
You know who you are.  Check out the Purple Boot Laces on the Leather
Laces page.  Screaming purple boot laces, 72� long, available in pairs,
groups of 10, or bundles of 100.  We love how well purple leather
does for us on the site.  It�s like a sub-culture thing.  Either
you�re into purple or you�re not.  If you�re not, maybe you should
still take a look at our laces � several new colors are in stock and just
waiting to be poked through eyelets or wrapped around walking sticks or
strung around necks.  They have that look about them.

Would you look at that �
it�s Friday.  How�d that happen?  These weeks just sort of float
on downriver.  Under the ice, I mean.  It�ll be April before
we know it and then there can only be about, what?  Five or six more
weeks of Winter?  Yikes.

Thanks for reading and for
visiting our site-


Churchill Barton

Corporate Literature Department
Co-Chair


Brettuns Village, Inc.

Lewiston, Maine

 

Leather hides at wholesale prices, sold by a dog

“Hey, hold it down, please
– I’m trying to get some naps over here”


 

 

 

 

 


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